I met a couple weeks ago with the son of the first guy who ever gave me a shot at the tree biz, logging in Maine in '77. The son is in the septic biz and we need a new one at the camp. I asked him if he knew this crazy mofo I had worked there with, Earl. The 2 stories about Earl that I remember from back then were that he had been in a bar fight so destructive that the bar got closed down from it. And Earl was a valuable hand bc he could cut and skid 10 cords/day by himself which was a righteous amount back then.
The son didn't know Earl but knew his older brother, Tom, who he said was the craziest one in the family. Said Tom would drink a six on his way to work, a six at lunch, and 24 on the way home. Said the only time he ever got cut he was sober.
I remember when I worked there, every guy would get dropped off in the morning at the landing by his wife or GF cuz all had revoked licenses due to DUI.
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